Marked By Him
She was never meant to be his
Arya Vitale, the daughter of his sworn enemy was supposed to be a bargaining chip
A pawn in a blood war. But from the moment Giovanni De-Santis laid eyes on her, he didn’t see a pawn… he saw hi
So he took her
Stole her from her wedding, forced her into a contract marriage, and branded her with his name in every way that mattered
To the world, it was a business strategy to him, it was an obsession.
But she isn’t the fragile princess he expected. She’s smart, sharp, hot-headed, sassy, and far too good at making him feel things he buried long ago
And when she runs away he hunts her
Because Giovanni doesn’t lose
Not his empire
Not his war
And never the woman he’s marked as his own.
But some wars can’t be won with bullets. Some secrets refuse to stay buried
And the deadliest betrayal may not come from his enemies at all…
What happens when the one thing he can’t control
is the only thing that could destroy him?
And a war that demands blood… even if it’s hers.
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Chapter: ONLY HATE LATEGIOVANNI’S POVWe worked for another hour, and it felt almost normal again. "I'm heading out," I said finally, standing and immediately regretting it as my ribs protested. "Carlo's meeting me to go over the northern routes. We need to plug those holes before they get worse.""You sure you're up for this?" Enzo asked. "You got your ass kicked less than twenty-four hours ago."I shrugged, rearranging my limp hand in my cast. "I'm fine.""You're limping." He pointed out. "I said I'm fine." I grabbed my jacket, moving toward the door. "Call me if anything comes up with Genoa."Outside, Carlo was already waiting by the car, scrolling through his phone. He looked up when I approached, his eyes widening slightly at my battered face.He straightened immediately. "Boss. You okay?"I waved him off. "Fine. Let's go."The drive to the harbor took thirty minutes. Carlo talked the whole way about updates on shipments, concerns about Rivera activity in our territory, and questions about reassignme
Last Updated: 2026-03-05
Chapter: Moving onGIOVANNI’S POV“Giovanni!” Someone else yelled, probably Alessio. I ignored him as well. This was what I wanted and Julio was finally giving it to me.He landed an uppercut that sent me staggering. My vision went dark at the edges. Then his knee caught me in the ribs, and I went down.The concrete was cold against my cheek. Boots appeared in my limited vision and someone was yelling. But the sounds got further away, like I was underwater.Finally, my eyes closed and everything stopped existing. I woke up to pain everywhere. My face felt stiff and my ribs screamed with each breath, even my fucking hair hurt.Blurry figures swam into focus. Alessio, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. Enzo, sitting on the edge of... my bed? I was home?"Welcome back," Alessio said dryly. "Enjoy your nap?"I tried to sit up and immediately regretted it. Everything hurt worse than before."Easy," Enzo said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You've got three cracked ribs, a concussion, and your
Last Updated: 2026-03-05
Chapter: The fightGIOVANNI’S POVThe Bologna warehouse was a fucking massacre.Blood pooled on the concrete floor, already turning brown at the edges. Three of our men lay where they fell, the shipment was gone. Millions of euros worth of product, just vanished into thin air.I stood in the center of it all, my bandaged hand throbbing, and felt nothing. "They knew exactly when to hit," Enzo said, crouching beside one of the bodies. "Which means either they've been watching us for weeks, or-""Or someone told them." I kicked an empty crate, sending it skidding across the floor. "Again."It always came back to Arya, didn't it? Even when she was gone, her betrayal kept destroying everything I built."Gio." Alessio's voice came from the entrance. I turned to see him picking his way through the debris, his expensive shoes somehow staying pristine despite the carnage. "Heard you had some trouble.""Nothing we can't handle," I said tersely.Alessio surveyed the scene. “Looks like more than trouble.”"The Ri
Last Updated: 2026-03-04
Chapter: Gloomy RainGIOVANNI’S POVI had to go to the doctor's office after two days of trying to get by with the injury. By yesterday, my left hand was so swollen and red that Enzo booked an appointment with the doctor before I could stop him. I sat on the examination table while Dr. Russo examined my hand. He whistled low. "This is bad, Mr. De Santis. Very bad.""Just fix it," I muttered.He probed gently, and I hissed through my teeth. "Two fractured metacarpals, possibly three with significant soft tissue damage.” He looked at me and shook his head. “You need X-rays to confirm, but I'd say you're looking at at least six weeks in a cast.""Fine. Do what you need to do."Dr. Russo worked in silence for a while, cleaning the wounds. When he finally started wrapping my hand in a proper splint and bandage, he cleared his throat."Mr. De Santis, I have to ask... how did this happen?"I shrugged. "Training accident.""Training." His tone was skeptical. I didn't answer.He secured the bandage with medic
Last Updated: 2026-03-04
Chapter: Something like painGIOVANNI’S POVThe surveillance room was cramped and smelled like stale coffee. I stood behind the guard manning the screens, watching him rewind and fast-forward through the footage.It was the third day after Arya disappeared and it was starting to feel like we were chasing a ghost in the wind.Checking the CCTV for what was the hundredth time waa starting to feel hopeless. "There." I pointed at the screen. "That corridor. Check it again."He did, frame by frame. The hallway remained empty, there was no sign of Arya.When he looked up, the resignation on his face made my jaw clench. "Sir, I've been through every camera feed from the past six hours." His voice was apologetic. "She doesn't appear on any of them.""That's impossible." My hands gripped the back of his chair hard enough to make it creak. "She had to pass through somewhere to have left the house.” He bobbed his head in agreement. "She must have known where the blind spots were.”"We have gaps in coverage so if she h
Last Updated: 2026-03-02
Chapter: GoneGIOVANNI’S POVI left her room but couldn't shake the image of her lying there looking so small. My hand still felt warm from touching hers.What the hell am I doing?I paced my room for an hour before giving up and heading downstairs. If I couldn't rest, I might as well do something productive.The kitchen was quiet, the servants having retired for the evening. I flipped on the lights and started pulling ingredients from the refrigerator.I was halfway through dicing tomatoes when Enzo appeared in the doorway, watching me closely, a small frown on his face. "Don’t tell me you’re cooking for her?”I rolled my eyes. "Shut up," I muttered, focusing on the cutting board?"First letting her back to her room, now this." He leaned against the doorframe. "You're really working hard to get her to forgive you. huh?"My jaw clenched tightly. "I said shut up, Enzo."But he just snorted. "What's next? Flowers? A heartfelt apology? Maybe a-""Don't you have somewhere else to be?" I snapped, poi
Last Updated: 2026-03-01
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